I was swimming in an aquarium and I couldn’t have been happier about it. Striped fish puffed out and tri-color fish heaved in and small glassy fish sped past like tiny submarines. When I got back to my beach chair, I told Jon that our next trip was going to be The Great Barrier Reef in Australia. A classic tale of if If You Give a Mouse a Cookie.
Reflecting, I’m wondering if I should surprise Jon with a pet goldfish? Just go to PetsMart or Petco or Aquarium World and come home with a friend no larger than a baby pickle? Bring a bit of the tropics inside our Minneapolis apartment?
I went to Caribou Coffee when we got home, and I thought it was timely that they had a chalkboard wall asking about dream vacations:
Can you guess what I added to the list? Hint: not Jamaica or Australia. Coincidently, I read an article about the kindness of nations a few hours later, and it made me think the chalkboard was missing a few important places:
I’ve never considered the kindness of a place when deciding where to vacation, have you? I’m usually flying to visit my aunt (Chicago), sister (Phoenix), or parents (outside Washington DC). When I do get to choose, I’m usually just lured in with dreams of sunshine and beaches and adventures and foreign things (and budget, of course). What about you: how do you decide where to go on vacation?